Esteban stood at the front of the room, staring at the page. Then he lifted his head and looked at us. We cheered again, even louder this time. I don't know if any of us really understood his dad's poem. But for a long time after he'd finished reading, I thought about that army of ants, how they were coming together. Like us.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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30843 | 2020-03-10 02:40:27 | 155.28 | 99% |
29472 | 2019-09-03 04:23:11 | 166.50 | 100% |